I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2060: 1332: Boss and Artist
Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
I have no idea how long an hour lasts in Korea.
Regardless, it took roughly an hour and a half before Jiang Chen emerged from the spa, completely dressed once more.
Hmm.
Accompanied by Zhu Xuan.
She'd switched back into her regular attire, now sporting a mask—essential gear for stars stepping outside—appearing just as tidy as before.
Even with her face concealed, the tips of her ears peeking out showed she was probably still flushed with heat.
After all, she'd endured that steamy session in the room for more than an hour.
Makes sense.
Refusing to hassle the spa's female manager, Boss Jiang showed some kindness; considering she'd just dropped to her knees to assist with his disrobing, he merely requested, as they departed, that the manager summon Xu Kuan and Xing Jie.
“Boss has already exited Lanxin.”
“Did both of them leave?”
“Yes.”
Tsk.
They've gotten smarter now.
Everyone bolted; so who's left to hold accountable?
As a result, Jiang Chen headed upstairs instead, yet surprisingly, Zhu Xuan trailed after him, stepping into the elevator without selecting a level, clearly planning to head back to the room alongside him.
“You’re not heading back?”
Jiang Chen found himself inquiring.
Zhu Xuan shook her head. Since exiting the spa, her boldness had ebbed away like retreating waves, her gaze cast downward slightly, staying quiet, slipping back into her typical gentle and yielding manner.
Yet in the end.
Something felt subtly off.
Previously, she'd never respond with a simple head shake.
Precisely what unfolded during that hour and a half stays a secret known only to the pair involved, but over such an extended period, it went far beyond a mere professional chat between boss and artist.
Oh.
That's right.
A small mistake.
It's simple enough to glance at the spa's menu of services.
However, that approach isn't reliable at all.
Folks who often enjoy foot rubs understand that certain offerings never make it onto the official list.
The elevator rose steadily.
The air hung heavy with tension.
Zhu Xuan kept her eyes down, fixated on her feet, wordless, the red tint at her earlobes lingering, deep in her thoughts.
“Ding.”
The doors slid open.
Jiang Chen exited quietly.
Zhu Xuan hurried right behind.
Setting aside everything else, given how devotedly she'd attended to him for all that time, no decent person would suddenly turn cold and reject her.
The presidential suite, booked well in advance, included two dedicated attendants.
Both female, and their appearances went without saying.
Though no outright setups were forced on Boss Jiang, the subtle touches everywhere hinted at Xu Kuan and Xing Jie's aim to “spoil” Boss Jiang thoroughly.
“You two, step out for now.”
The attendants departed.
Jiang Chen approached the liquor cabinet, stocked with endless options, yet he simply grabbed a bottle of soda water, filled two glasses, and offered one to Zhu Xuan.
“Did you return by yourself? Xia Wanqing didn’t join you?”
Jiang Chen sipped his drink, his attitude shifting back to casual.
As an adult male, there's no reason for unease, especially since he hadn't pressured anyone.
Plus.
It was merely a service.
“No.”
At this moment, she appeared shy, either dropping her gaze or hiding her face; whatever happened to the daring spirit that led her to slip into the water and cling to him?
Certain individuals possess real bravery, while others just follow a sudden urge.
Jiang Chen pondered his own role too, thinking that if his starting approach hadn't been so forceful, perhaps reasoning and appealing to feelings might have avoided stirring her up.
Naturally.
There's little use rehashing it at this stage.
“No one's around, so why keep the mask on?”
Jiang Chen signaled that hiding wasn't necessary, but Zhu Xuan merely shook her head.
It probably wasn't fear of recognition, but rather an inability to meet his eyes, wasn't it?
Jiang Chen grinned; these days, he was far from the naive youth of old, fully aware of his escapades at the neighboring Imperial Palace with the Japanese.
Next to his encounters with a particular Crown Princess, this hardly warranted any shame.
“Was this truly your own decision, or did someone guide you?”
Jiang Chen swirled his glass, posing the question evenly.
“It’s got nothing to do with Sister Wanqing at all.”
Zhu Xuan responded instantly—without a second thought.
Jiang Chen knew Xia Wanqing's nature well. Her skills as an artist outshone even the Korea Divine Beauty, and he was certain she wouldn't venture suggestions on topics like this.
At worst, she could have dropped a few vague hints.
Jiang Chen observed Zhu Xuan positioned in front of him, fidgeting unsure where to put her hands.
Having survived Korea's cutthroat training system, her beauty, physique, and abilities were unquestionable.
For any guy, capturing the affection of a woman like her would spark immense pride.
Furthermore, it stemmed not from yielding to authority, but from sincere heartfelt admiration.
Regardless of an artist's fame, Korea's tycoons can easily claim their physical devotion, but capturing their true emotions?
Owning the body versus claiming the heart—those deliver completely distinct sensations.
For some, the latter brings even greater satisfaction than the first.
Jiang Chen mulled it over deeply, admitting he hadn't stirred her affections earlier.
“Do you like me?”
Acting oblivious now would smack of utter dishonesty.
This young woman had shattered her own boundaries, staking her career and self-respect on the line.
Zhu Xuan lifted her eyes at last, her pupils trembling, yet this time she held Jiang Chen's stare. Though her ears burned crimson like fresh blood, she nodded firmly and answered straightforwardly, “Yes.”
Feeling affection for someone.
Isn't something shameful.
Tending to the one she adores shouldn't leave her humiliated.
That's how she'd motivated herself inwardly before stepping into that room.
“When did it begin?”
Jiang Chen inquired lightly, his relaxed pose suggesting he stood apart from it all.
Though the mask obscured her features, her captivating eyes conveyed volumes, as if brimming with unspoken sentiments; after a brief hush, Zhu Xuan shook her head again.
“I’m not sure myself, but… it’s been quite a while.”
Jiang Chen stayed composed. “So why keep silent about it for so long?”
He dared to voice such a query.
Zhu Xuan's ears flushed deeper.
“I didn’t wish to burden Mr. Jiang in any way.”
See that.
From Shen Zhou to Japan to Korea… women everywhere carry their own distinct qualities.
“And this doesn’t trouble me right now?”
Jiang Chen countered steadily.
Her eyes widened in alarm, clearly at a loss for words.
“Have you dated anyone previously?”
Jiang Chen questioned.
“N-no!”
Adored by countless as the perfect match, the Korea Divine Beauty quickly shot back, “I started as a trainee at fifteen, and the agency enforced strict bans—even trainees couldn't date.”
That explains it.
Even as a top celebrity, she stayed utterly inexperienced in romance.
“Has there been anyone else you’ve had feelings for? Apart from me, I mean.”
Jiang Chen raised his glass and took a drink.
This fellow certainly maintained a cool front.
Zhu Xuan fell quiet once more.
“If you’ve never cared for anyone before, how do you know your emotions toward me are true love, rather than just appreciation?”
“It’s not that way.”
Zhu Xuan stopped hiding her emotions, her gaze catching the suite's radiant glow.
“I did like someone once, and that’s precisely why I recognize my feelings for Mr. Jiang as love. Plus, this love stands apart from all others!”
A tad tangled.
But Jiang Chen got the point.
At the same time.
He sensed potential complications ahead.